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 How Great Thou Art, Kala & Ben
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Mar 10 2018, 11:33 AM   Link Quote
The middle of the afternoon on a Saturday with nothing else going on found Ben grudgingly doing homework in the common room. As was his usual practice with assignments, he had let several things back up and was now facing looming due dates with nothing to show for himself. Worst of all, the first homework to be due was a History of Magic essay, so even though he knew he would be in trouble if it wasn’t done he just couldn’t bring himself to get started. It was just too boring.

So far Ben’s essay consisted of one badly phrased sentence and lots and lots of drawings. The sketches at the top were the things around him; his inkwell, piles of books, and even one of his quill. Then, as he worked his way down the parchment, he had started drawing the Gryffindors who were also using the communal space. So far he had drawn two first years who were sitting in an armchair, giggling, and some fourth year boys who had brought a quaffle inside and were dangerously close to breaking something or injuring themselves. Now, with no one new to sketch and no desire to do his work, he was bored again.

Casting around for some other way to procrastinate, Ben glanced across the table at the vacant seat that until a few moments earlier had been occupied by Kala. He had been glad of the company when she’d sat down, but she had left their shared table a while ago and hadn’t returned, so he couldn’t even strike up a conversation. Sighing loudly, he wondered vaguely whether she was working on the same assignment and whether she’d be able to help him get started on his essay when she came back.

As he looked at his friend’s notes, sitting in a neat pile on the other side of the table, inspiration struck. Grinning, Ben was out of his seat in a moment, pencil in hand, heading to where his fellow Gryffindor’s work sat completely unattended. He grabbed the nearest sheet of notes and started scribbling on the page.

A few minutes later, when he put the sheet back on the table, it now featured a cartoon Kala, identifiable by the masses of curly hair he’d drawn her with, being chased by angry homework. With a quick tap of his wand the drawing sprang to life, the cartoon girl running between words and around the page to get away from the books he’d drawn in hot pursuit. Ben snorted, watching the drawing with a pleased smile; it was one of his better sketches and he knew it. Cartoon Kala looked completely terrified.

After a moment’s consideration of his work Ben drew a shield and sword in one corner of the page for the cartoon girl. He couldn’t leave her completely defenceless, even if she was just a drawing. Then, resisting the urge to stay where he was and watch, he put the sheet back on the table. A minute later, as footsteps approached, he was back in his seat, his head bent to his work and looking for all the world like he was busily writing his essay.

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Others were moving forward while Kala still felt as though she were standing still. It was such a frustrating sensation that she’d simply found no energy to go out and seek out a friend. There had been hope that she’d run into someone she was more than cordial with in Gryffindor tower but even that labor provided no fruit as reward. Instead the witch had picked up her studies and taken them down to the shared common room in their tower. At first her mind refused to focus on the words from her textbooks, eyes drifting away as easily as her thoughts found better things to entertain themselves with; but eventually that elusive focus returned and Kala found her fingers moving. Her wrist popped quietly as she stroked lines onto parchment and created text. The essay wasn’t due for another week but finishing it now rather than alter would leave the Faraji witch with time to change anything she didn’t like whenever she reviewed it again. A occurrence that would happen more than once in the coming week.

She’d seen Benedict at the table upon settling down and offered him a tentative, cordial smile before she’d turned to her studies. They had nothing in common, had rarely actually spoken to one another despite being in the same house. It started to feel like it had with the other Gryffindor she tried to chase out of her thoughts. Sometimes the memory of his soft curly hair between her fingers still made her chest ache, but she felt she had been right in becoming distant. Memories from the Snow Flake ball still ruined her mood and made her want to escape back under the sun. All of these clouds were full of memories instead of rain. Absently her finger twirled a healthy curl around itself, tightening the hair like wires pulled taut around the digit while her dominant hand continued to scrawl across the page. Parts of her mind were still wandering to desert streets and red sands but the other parts of her were dictating and separating what information she should take down versus what should be left behind as nothing more than trivial, commonplace knowledge.

The tip of her quill broke on the last letter and Kala’s brow furrowed as ink spilled at the edges of the parchment leaving an oversized period at the edge. She tried not to let the slight irritation get to her but was forced to rise and retrieve more sheets of parchment and a new quill. The lioness hadn’t realized just how much pressure she’d been placing on her writing tool but the stretch of her legs and body felt good after being seated for so long. She could feel the muscles pulling apart and breathing under her rippling skin. Her heel bunching and then stretching with each step she took back towards the dorms where her things were kept. Even the swing of her arms thrived with the energy it took to create the motion. The desire to go outside bloomed like the lethargy had blossomed earlier and she paused to look out of the window and take a deep breath of fresh air. She decided then that upon her return and completion of her essay she’d head outside for a little bit of sun soaking. There was no point in being cooped up all winter regardless of what had and hadn’t happened.

However upon her return she noticed that her essay had a moving cartoon scrawled upon her and her eyebrows rose as she slid back into the seat. The cartoon girl was unmistakably her, the wild curls and body were a miniature ink copy of her own. The books on the other hand appeared to be random as they chased cartoon Kala about the page. All of that work had been ruined by someone thinking it would be funny. Aggravation roiled in her chest and her moss green eyes lifted, lips turned down at the corners as she looked around for the culprit. Her gaze snagged on the doodles of Benedict’s homework and she pressed her lips together. Then with a bit of effort and after a breath, Kala raised her parchment and cleared her throat. “Your doing?” Her brow quirked, but whatever annoyance she had felt had dissipated and there was a tone of amusement in her voice.

“It’s a fairly close likeness, but I do hope you realize you’ve just ruined my essay and I fully expect you to rewrite it word by word?”

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